Aaron's lips curled into a smirk as his dragon arched its colossal neck, muscles coiling with lethal intent, preparing to unleash its infernal breath. But at that very moment, Asher turned his head.
The angle was perfect, Aaron saw the side of Asher's face, and what struck him most was that eye. That glowing white eye.
It lacked pupils, lacked irises, no expression should have been possible. And yet, Aaron felt it. A flood of emotions seemed to emanate from that hollow gaze. Disappointment. Sadness. Regret.
And finally, anger.
Not just Asher's, but the silent fury of dozens, the spirits of those who had pledged their lives in loyalty to House Nethaneel, only to be betrayed. A betrayal that led to their ruin. Their legacy crushed.
"You."
The word came from Asher's lips, but it carried the weight of many voices, like a chorus of the fallen speaking through one vessel.
